Same goes for your aunts, and close cousins.”
Uncle Abe said, “Matter of fact, you ain’t supposed to make love with any of your blood kin,” but he kind of scratched on his stubble a mite and he said, “But come to think of it, there ain’t no rules say you cain’t do it with your grandmother.” He must have seen the look on my face cause for a moment I was picturin’ Granma McCutcheon out there in the back yard, stirrin’ up her lye soap, and he considered on it a beat or two, and said, “You know, Wendell, it takes all kinds to make this world, but I reckon a man could go a awful long ride ‘fore he come across too many fellas that’s got any kinda hankerin’ to make love with their granma.”
Anyway, old Uncle Abe done such a fine
